Investigating A Runaway

Investigating A Runaway short poem

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Walking in, the bedroom
smelled earthy and human
a fog of earwax hovering
over the thin, crumpled pillow
gray-green unwashed sheets.
there were no posters taped
to the dark paneling that ate
the light and hung like poisoned
chocolate. there was a small
basket of folded clothes, a pair
of brown shoes patterned
with irregular abrasions,
a landscape of use maybe
a decade in the making. no
pictures, no toys, and the only
new item: a dark window shade
pulled fully down and nailed
in place. the closet was large
enough to step inside and held
several corners-worth of spiders.
my partner spoke from the hall,
“is that the bedroom back there,”
and I replied, after releasing my
grip on my weapon, “I suppose
so: or maybe an empty cell.”

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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